Open Thread: Rainy Days

Depending on where you are, when you are, the precipitation history of the area, your state of mind, your culture, your religion or lack thereof, and a variety of other things, they can signify all sorts of things from mundane to profound; insignificant to life changing.

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I’ve never, that I recall, faced drought conditions, so no rainy day has ever been that significant in terms of the local ecosystem. Stuff has never been water-starved enough to care about one rainy day more or less.

Flooding has happened in my area, but never to me. (I live on a hill.)

In the winter rain is painful, perhaps even agony. Snow, for all that trudging through it can be annoying, is generally fairly dry. Rain soaks, drains your heat, makes it so that you fear hypothermia.

My attitude toward summer rain has changed.

When I was young I used to dance in the rain, often with my sister, on warm days. This in spite of an inability to dance. These days I stay indoors.

I also remember being in the car, the seat all the way back, looking up at the windshield. It was covered with a film of water thick enough that the rain didn’t visibly change how wet it was, but you could see every impact.

It’s an interesting sight, I’ve seen movies attempt to do something similar, things in the vein of The Matrix have made efforts for example, but I’ve never really seen it duplicated. The water plays with the light, as it is wont to do, and when a new drop smashes into it the water thickness changes in an impact crater (that quickly implodes, of course) and so the light is changed as well. The falling drops bend and twist the light to their whims and the world beyond the windshield distorts before your eyes.

I haven’t done that since I was young.

These days I stay indoors.

FiredrakeAugust 12, 2015 at 9:57 am

There is a gazebo in the garden of my house. If it is warm enough, that’s where I spend my working days. It keeps the rain off, but doesn’t slow the wind much.

The roof failed (twigs were stolen by pigeons; plastic came apart under UV bombardment). Now it has shingles on felt. I can’t hear the rain on the roof from inside any more. But I can hear the rain on the plants all around.